Johnny Horton
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(Jimmie Driftwood)

In eighteen-fourteen we took a little trip
Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississipp'
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
And we caught the bloody British in the town of New Orleans.

Chorus:
We fired our guns and the British kept on comin'
There wasn't neigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

We looked down the river and we seen the British come
And there must have been a hundred of 'em beatin on the drum
They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring
We stood behind our cotton bales and didn't say a thing.

Chorus:
We fired our guns and the British kept on comin'
There wasn't neigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

Ol' Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise
If we didn't fire our muskets 'til we looked 'em in the eyes
We held our fire 'til we seen their faces well
Then we opened up our squirrel guns and really gave em, well.

Chorus:
We fired our guns and the British kept on comin'
There wasn't neigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

Yeah, they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go.
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

We fired our cannon 'til the barrel melted down
Then we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round
We filled his head with cannonballs and powered his behind
And when we touched the powder off the 'gator lost his mind.

Chorus:
We fired our guns and the British kept on comin'
There wasn't neigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

They ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em
A down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

(Spoken)
Hut, two, three, four
Sound off, three, four
Hut, two, three, four
Sound off, three, four...


Mirror lyrics:

Sound off, three, four...
Hut, two, three, four
Sound off, three, four
Hut, two, three, four
(Spoken)

A down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go
They ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles

On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
There wasn't neigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired our guns and the British kept on comin'
Chorus:

And when we touched the powder off the 'gator lost his mind.
We filled his head with cannonballs and powered his behind
Then we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round
We fired our cannon 'til the barrel melted down

Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go.
Yeah, they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles

On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
There wasn't neigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired our guns and the British kept on comin'
Chorus:

Then we opened up our squirrel guns and really gave em, well.
We held our fire 'til we seen their faces well
If we didn't fire our muskets 'til we looked 'em in the eyes
Ol' Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise

On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
There wasn't neigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired our guns and the British kept on comin'
Chorus:

We stood behind our cotton bales and didn't say a thing.
They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring
And there must have been a hundred of 'em beatin on the drum
We looked down the river and we seen the British come

On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
There wasn't neigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired our guns and the British kept on comin'
Chorus:

And we caught the bloody British in the town of New Orleans.
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississipp'
In eighteen-fourteen we took a little trip

(Jimmie Driftwood)


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